i'm a blanket thief
i have horrid bed head
i talk in my sleep
and i probably snore too
good luck.

Simply can't deal with these voices inside my head,
Repeating over and over,
Saying I'm not worth anything,
Isolation slowly become my bestfriend,
The only medication, that helps my heart mend,
"Stop trying"
"Why are you trying so hard?"
"You mess everything up"
"Sit there drawing your worthless drawings"
She says as she breaks the coffee cup,
These fights, the rage,
Never-ending bitter talk,
These voices I try and block,
Have no hope, they just build in me anger,
For now I write this hatred poem,
Which she would say "Throw it in the trash, it's just as worthless as you"
The voices repeat, All left now is to take a seat and watch the nothingness pass over me.

I am sick of all your lies
No longer will tears escape my eyes
You act and lie that you are sorry
While I am burdened with worry
Please just stop this hurting
Making me go disconcerting
Death seems a sweeter alternative
To a life with no affirmative

I hate the way you laugh.
I don't know whether it's because
I hate seeing you happy or
I genuinely hate the way you laugh.
Loud, snorting, but mainly yeah — really loud.
It's quite embarrassing going out with you,
Especially when all you laugh at is

Innuendoes.